Okay so I was bored and was just refining some other chapters, so i decided to just post C2. If you guys like it please give me some feedback. And if you don't like it.. well criticism is always welcome as well :) Also if there are any grammar or spelling issues, please tell me. English IS my first language so it'd be kinda embarrassing if i make any stupid mistakes.

-H

Chapter 2

The universe has a sick sense of humor. For one small moment I was allowed to feel the joy of finding supplies-giving me the thought that maybe, just maybe, my family and I would survive this damned apocalypse-only to have that hope ripped out of my grasp as walkers slowly corner me, my brother and Chris desperately trying to fight them off, but to no avail.

I gain my footing after Nick pushes me out of the line of fire, and grip my baseball bat with clammy hands, adrenaline rushing through my veins. Maybe I'm not prepared to die, but I'm definitely prepared to take as many of these suckers along with me.

In the midst of the commotion, a loud voice breaks through. A girls voice. Her accent is strange, definitely not American. I come to a halt, momentarily forgetting that I was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, surrounded by the living dead.

She was standing on the hood of an old, battered car, hair flowing in the wind, her face scrunched up in concentration, and oh God, what was she wearing?

Her leather pants stuck to her like a second skin, slick and gleaming. A tight white tank top was stretched across her body, its silvery cotton complementing her chest perfectly. A loose leather jacket sat on her shoulders, adding to her allure.

My eyes trace over her golden, sun-kissed hair. An iridescent glow seemed to emit from her locks. Her ivory skin – streaked with red stains – shimmered like the moon. But what caught my attention the most were her eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like I was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of determination. They sent electricity running through my veins. But not the kind of electricity that shocked and paralyzed you, but the kind that made your blood dance, and your skin crawl. Striking yet soft.

BANG!

The sound of several gunshots distracted me from her, and my eyes drop to her hands, where a shotgun was held, repeatedly shooting at the surrounding walkers.

I shudder at the sounds. There's always been an intense feeling of hate towards guns, inside me. It was bordering on fear. Its been like that since the first time Nick and I went hunting with dad, before he died. I have no idea where it comes from, or why I always refuse to touch one. The feeling just appeared one day, for no apparent reason

She turns to aim the gun at me, and my eyes widen as she pulls the trigger. I snap my eyes shut, bracing for impact. Nothing comes. All I hear is the sound of a body slumping onto the ground behind me.

"Hey princess! Get outta the way!" She yells, pulling the trigger a few more times.

While scrambling towards the car, I'm careful not to get in the way of the bullets. I don't really want to know what happens if I get shot without a bulletproof vest.

I nearly stumble onto the floor when I reach her, but I manage to keep my balance. There are more walkers making their way from the opposite direction, obviously drawn to the loud sounds. I desperately look around for Nick and Chris.

They are few meters from the hoard of walkers, Nick trying to make his way around them, towards me, both trying to prepare themselves to fight more Non of the walkers seem to be paying them any attention, all drawn to the gunshots, so I make up my mind.

"NICK! GO!" I scream as hard as I could, hoping he could hear me.

I nearly cry in relief when his eyes catch mine. I can already see what he's going to say, before he says it. Tears well up, slightly, in my eyes, as I smile to myself. When Nick isn't high, or lying in an abandoned warehouse delirious and unaware of anything, he's an amazingly caring brother. Before he got into drugs we were so close. He would take me to the park when I was younger, and protect me from bullies in middle school. But then dad died, and everything changed. I wish we had had a little more time to just be siblings and friends, before the apocalypse.

I can see true fear in his eyes as he looks at the hoard of infected separating us. I've never seen him so scared before, and I didn't quite know how to react to that. I know he's preparing to do something stupid- like charge through the walkers- to get to me.

"GO!" I yell once more.

"ALICIA IF YOU THINK I'M GONNA LEAVE YOU HERE-"

"OH FORGODSAKES! CHRIS GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" I direct my words to Chris, knowing he would listen.

My step-brother yanks Nick by the arms, away from the increasing crowd of undead. He stumbles away, though is constantly trying to jerk himself out of Chris' grip. But due to his lack of drugs and fighting walkers, his strength was nearly depleted, leaving him without a way to escape Chris' claws.

They disappear from my line of sight as more walkers join the scene, and more gunshots ring out. I sigh in relief as I hear Nicks shouts growing quieter, indicating that he was either calming down or getting further away.

My pulse quickens. I can hear my heartbeat pounding along with the melody of the gunshots, in my ears. The adrenaline I felt earlier was wearing off, and I could feel the fear and reality of the situation creeping in. I turn to face the nameless blonde as she pulls the trigger one more time. No bullets leave the cartridge.

"Shit, I'm out" She places the gun in a holster on her back, before hopping off the hood of the car and running towards a shiny motorcycle a few yards away.

She swings her leg over the side, kicks the ignition into a start and revs the engine.

I'm feeling lost right now. I'm not sure if she wasted all her bullets to save me, just to leave me with the walkers. Or maybe she wasn't saving me at all. What if she wanted to save Nick? Or Chris? Maybe she thought one of them were –I shudder at this thought- attractive.

I glance behind me where 40-50 walkers were gathered about 30 meters from me. They were slowly dragging themselves towards me, growling and clawing at the floor with each minuscule step.

The engine of the motorcycle suddenly revs loudly, startling me. I whip around to see her waiting on the vehicle with a slight smirk on her face.

"Well? Are you coming or not, princess?"

I grit my teeth at the nickname, realizing this was the second time she had called me it. I have never been a fan of any kind of nicknaming. It's only tolerated when Nick calls me 'Lysh' because he's been calling me that ever since I was a kid, though he hasn't said it in a long time. Without pondering on it too much, I sprint towards her and throw myself behind her.

For a moment I am unsure as to where I should put my hands, before I decide to lightly clench them around her waist, figuring I have much bigger worries than personal space.

Without looking back, my blonde savior crushes the accelerator with her foot and we are streaking across the road, away from the walkers, within a matter of moments.